Bullshit.

[Johnnie stands abruptly and slams his hands down on the table - one part intimidation, one part trying to keep himself from crossing the last two feet it would take to hit the guy himself.]

If you were different we woulda heard from you before tonight. You woulda shown up, said a real apology, paid us all back for every fuckin' year you put us through before and after you got dragged out the front door. Hell, even that wouldn't do it, but it'd be a start. 'Course, you won't do that 'cause you're fuckin' scared, I know it.

[As he should be. Johnnie is managing to keep his anger entirely verbal. He's not so sure Alex and Dale would be so kind.

Ed flinches back from the slam of the hands, still not recovered from what Chrissy said and now dealing with this all on top of it. But being labeled a coward? Too far. He clenches his jaw, a spark of anger of his own in there somewhere as he finds words for a reply. The look in his eyes is one that reminds Johnnie of Dale, really. It's more familiar than anything else has been so far.]

I fought for this country. You can call me all kinds of things, Johnnie, but I'm no coward. Watch your tongue.